I live and write BDSM. Age 18+. Scarleteen is great for under 18.
I had a thought about this hop- I'm glad it's not just about selling books; if it was, I'd be a huge failure because I always have several WIPs going so what I share can vary so much and "soon to be published" is an incredibly relative term in my life. But I saw Meredith mentioning the day of the week on Facebook and so I was reminded to sign up.
Now to tell you about what I'm sharing. My current focus is my Vala's Story serial/series and I've started at the beginning with "Out of the Night: Book One"- it's getting a serious rewrite. Some plot lines are being scraped, some added, some things just edited. It really doesn't make to give snippets from the very first pages of the story; things progress very quickly to the first problem. So I decided to skip to when The Queen is taking Mearr (that would be Vala's birth name) back to his loft in Manhattan. I don't think much of anything needs explanation; although in the rewrite I have started with characters' thoughts in italics. I can't make any promises, but at least for this sharing, it's all from one character's POV.
"Where are we going?" Mearr asked as The Queen turned a corner and headed towards what looked like a small apartment building.
"To my loft," The Queen replied as he continued down the street.
As they drew close to the white door, a gorgeous man with his own jet black hair and smoky blue eyes leaned out the doorway. "My Queen?"
"So good to see you at the door, Tommy. I ran away without thinking. At least there is not too much snow right now," The Queen said as he walked into building.
"I'm not an invalid," Vala snarked.
"Is that your way of saying you would like to walk up the stairs yourself?" The Queen laughed. "Tommy, what floor did you and Iona set up?"
"Two, my Queen."
He's into BDSM. "I can do a flight of stairs." The moment The Queen put her down, Mearr moved to a banister and started up the high stairs.
"Ailee texted if she can stay here tonight rather than driving all the way home. Her plane just got in," Tommy said.
"That is fine. Mearr might enjoy another woman to hang out with."
I'm not that sick. I can do this. Mearr shivered and pulled her coat tighter around her. "Fuck!"
"What's the matter?" Tommy asked.
"Daniel cut my trench!" Mearr fumed.
"I can buy you a new one," The Queen offered.
"My Queen, money doesn't fix everything," Tommy joked.
"I just want to help," The Queen protested. With a soft smile, he met Mearr's gaze when she looked over her shoulder at him.
She paused and clung to the railing.
"Help?" The Queen offered.
"Well it seemed you were willing and able to carry me up these stairs. Still willing?" Mearr asked.
"Of course." The Queen wrapped his arms around Mearr's waist, holding her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. "There we are," he murmured as he started up the stairs again.
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